Dear Human (A Series) [I]

Dear Human How to disappear completely: Do not begin to begin with In keeping with this Be sure to be Your own worst enemy A provocative concept, yes Yet very effective Nevertheless…. — a. duncan, 2021  This is part [I] in an upcoming series, entitled ‘Dear Human’. Its concept was inspired by an article forwarded to […]

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Regrettable Irreverence

— To thee, two thousand and twenty I bequeath this ubiquitous lament To thee, most egregious year Beloved little betrayer Darling in thy discontent To thee and thine, I leave only this Of malice, a regrettable irreverence And fleeting, though it be On the Eve of thy completion Let it be agreed We died, on […]

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Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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Question of Possession

The question of possession Quietly vexes the poetess In late night contemplation Of cause and effect Though far too late For coffee and conjecture The mind is lured to venture To where the pen begins Who stirs the metaphor’s storms And who provides the shelter? Which is the stem And which is the nectar? Is […]

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End note to a ghost

— End note to a ghost When cowards are sent In lieu of flowers — Stay out of my cemetery, boo This sanctuary Of solemnity is not for you Kindly clamor those chains over a different grave Something a little more in line With the consecration of your own kind Potter’s field, asylum basement Perfect […]

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Wayfaring Patriot

O liberty, come to me As delphic as alchemy Perilous as harlequin’s grin Prodigal as Apollo’s sun A wayfaring patriot effectuate to none A wraith adorned in valor’s thorns As steeds flourish in victory’s wreath Phantom, sweet phantom Pain me, again and again Let me drink of thee If not for finality Let thy venom […]

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Of Monsters and Men

You will learn to love me, begrudgingly In fact you already do In absence and errant thought The forget-me-not first thought in the morning I am the pins and needles from the too-tight boots That you laced improperly just to spite me On remembering how I once said That aesthetic is very important And you […]

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Recitation | Olena K. Davis

sweet reader, flanneled and tulled  By Olena Kalytiak Davis (www.poetryfoundation.org) — Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc’d and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb. I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep, Reader, […]

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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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Artist of the day: Hermen Anglada Camarasa

My love affair with Spanish, symbolist painters continues…  Biography via The World’s Artist: “Hermenegildo Anglada Camarasa (1871–1959) studied at the school of fine arts of the Llotja de Barcelona, where he was the student of Modest Urgell, whose work influenced his first landscapes. In 1894 he moved to Paris, where he embraced a more individual […]

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What says the heart

What says the heart betrayed? Does it count aloud the hours with resign? Does it curse the astrological malign? Like some kind of pulmonary Gemini Mercury in self destructive retrograde What says the heart scorned? Does it wax poetic like a thorn-ribbed Edgar? Does it quoth the Raven, “only this and never more”? Like some kind […]

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To The Grave

In a overgrown field of narcoleptic poppies Sits a padlocked grave that couldn’t be picked By the most astute of smiths Cage of wrought iron Crowned in gargoyle lions Its derelict mechanisms Spiraled by ghostly butterflies Taxidermists try in vain To feign their grace These are mere Frankenstein’s of science  Garish replications of spectral flirtations What […]

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mon miroir d’hiver

her eyes are my eyes mountain pine fireflies reincarnate on gilded eucalyptus united for the first time beneath a December sky   her heart is my heart delicate lace valentines palpitations in thoracic tornadoes ignited like dynamite on a winter’s night   her laugh is my laugh golden ray sunshine reverberates in fields of dandelions […]

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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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retrofit

My coronary compass remains  In a state of westerly paralysis Engraved in gregarious golden rods Faded script ‘ad perpetuam memoriam’ Such is the ineffable directional Within me It points to a sanctuary city My mecca of youthful unrest Where I laid for days in a fetal shape Consumed with the earthen taste Of malbec and kinky sex You […]

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Ode to Selene

The night is long and sorrow’s drowsy Yet sleep evades on halcyon wings The mercurial deity drifts listlessly Between seraphic embankments Of alabaster clouds Adoringly draped Across a crescent shaped raft She radiates with unalloyed solace Deluging the deserving In a chernobyl green tranquility She wavers with the same lackadaisical vertigo As apis mellifera love […]

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The words and I

“Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade. My darling turns to poetry at night.” – Anthony Lawrence The words and I Starry eye’d lovers aligned In the endless craving of catharsis We coalesced in the suddenness  Of our belonging, justified The words and I Swarmed by velvet […]

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I N V I C T U S

The taste of Invictus is that of unfiltered bliss An addictive acrid dulling to a perpetual sweet Candied honeycomb for the battle worn Rubicon lingers on the buds of the tongue As a florid crown bursting with laurels Whose leaves cling, indiscriminately To the weary foreheads dew Stoic tokens, not of superiority— But of blithe […]

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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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